Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 18:39:48 GMT -5
Trapped like a fuckin rat! This is the situation Carl found himself in. He stopped in the city. First mistake. Taking his sweet time trying to find some good supplies instead of in an out like the norm. Second mistake. He had a slight limp that made him slightly slower than most. HIs face was rugged and warn, almost skeletal in appearance. At a glance he would look to any average joe like a tired dirty old man with a limp. They wouldn't count on his violence, his insanity, or his stop at nothing attitude towards life and death situations... Like the one he found himself in now. He leaned against the bathroom door trying to keep some asshole from breaking in... He had his revolver in his hand and he opened the chamber to check his shot count... All spent no ammo... He sighed and threw his head back banging it against the door in frustration as his wild eyes danced around the room for another option... Outside the bathroom a man was deserapte to get at him.... Carl had just killed his son... Wasn't on purpose.... Shit happens. Carl was coming back from taking a piss and left his stuff at the little campsite he made... When he came back some little shit was pawing all over his stuff so Carl shot him in the back of the head... When he rolled him over he looked like he was barely 18. Shit day to be that kid was his first thought, but it wasn't guilt. There was no such thing as guilt in this world and if you felt it you didn't belong in this world anymore... Carl sunk his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small block of wood that had been taped up for grip. Sticking out of it were three nails and he grabbed it sliding a finger between each nail.... Taking it in his hand and gripping it tightly he turned and ripped the door open much to the man's surprise and punched him in the throat face and ear with the exposed nails... The man fell to the floor and Carl grabbed him by the shirt falling on top of him and punched him until his feet stopped kicking. Shit day to be this guy too. Carl thought as he got up and readjusted his pack to fit better across his back... Carl fished a pair of keys out of the man's pocket and found the guy's car outside he walked over to it and got in. Shit day for alot of reasons, but at least he finally had a car now... Maybe he can actually do something now that he's not just randomly walking across country.